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[brettunia]

There seems to be no end,
To all the suffering,
To all the torment,
When i drive it out of my head,
It unwelcomeingly comes back to me,
i cant get away,
i cant seem to get the cure for the poison

This scar to my heart just wont heal,
Slice threw my chest and rip it out,
i dont want it anymore,
drain it of its fluids,
feed on the emotions that dont matter,
they never matterd before

now i shall take the lonely road,
as ive done so many times before,
alone to decide fate,
to distinquish between light and dark,
love and infacuation,
to find the cure to this virus
who knows where this road will take me.......